Best Lowlands Poems

...A twisting whirly musters
hard baked leaves and bark.
There’s another red sunset,
just before it’s dark.
The wilting wattles weep,
and plea ‘I can’t live on!’
The strong keep fighting drought.
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...The long years are harsh where the hot sun does burn
on the sand hills and plains when seasons won’t turn
where saltbush and samphire do somehow survive
and through these hot days there seems litt......

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...Yasabel

By the waves and salty sea
That falls on shores so close to me

By the battles
Thus fallen comrades go

By the hills and by the lowlands
I wander looking for bluebells and heather h......

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...My daddy was a mountain climber
Cause life's a mountain all men must climb
From the foothills of adolescence
To the last days of our lives

My daddy always raised me
To do what I thought right
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...Amidst these inlets and islands
Lies a land of a patriot nation
Where clans decree their might
Together in mixed relation

From the Lowlands to the Highlands
Family names of a forgotten past
D......

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...I live in the land
where seas are high
and soils are low
where dikes and dunes
are border posts of
safe and sound

I live in the land
where sea levels rise
and soil levels sink
where boats ......

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...Poetics Poem, Red River Gorge, KY

I traipse the course of a forking, rambling stream
Barefoot from the rounded top of one small boulder
To another, the slashing strikes of cold water
Startling ......

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...Word has reached
A distant planet out their
Semaj, this ancient Celt
In ancestral despair

His droid Etto
Has bulletins relayed
The last human on earth
In final death display

Civilisation ......

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...Just watching raindrops slapping leaves
is better than anything requiring electricity
including fame and posterity. Monday
morning I walk over to the art museum
stand before Homer. I'm imagining
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...With women the heart argues, not the mind.
MATTHEW ARNOLD, Merope

1. The stand of old growth Melalucas,  graces the lowlands of our farm.
For over fifty years,  accumulations of leaves have form......

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...Bold, wide, and gently rolling or narrow, crisp, and clear, 
rushing over bedrock. Broad shouldered to carry the burden
of the depths, or lithe and athletic, coursing swiftly down a
stream. Men st......

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...Chosen Mountain

I hear the stillness onto many whispers of the lowlands call
At times like this, I felt so very energetic and tempted to answer
Silently they're offering me to be known as a free......

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     The beauty of birds has always been my fascination. Oh, the haunting call of the
Loon and the devotion of nesting Robins.  Birds symbolize to me freedom. The
whimsy of their songs fill m......

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...
Biosphere's tropical respiratory rainforests are on the verge of extinction,
the exclusive reservoir of biodiversity, the Congo Basin is shrinking rapidly.

Deforestation dehydrates the c......

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...PART II.

IV. 
there's no turning back...
when the landscapes change, when the rains come
submerged in solitary conversations
I'm unworthy to left gifts at your feet
so I wait and sleep in thi......

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